Well, dear reader, it’s been quite a fortnight since the last blog post. Having supervised her two charges through their ecclesiastical removal, Pip peacefully moved on to her heavenly kennel. (Yes, there will be dogs in heaven – after all, dog is God spelt backwards…). Her loss is huge both Read more…
If I’d had £5 every time someone asked what I’ll be doing in retirement, I could have bought myself my own gold watch. Play on repeat: ‘Writing books and blogs, learning the piano, photography, family history, U3A, joint ministry with my wife…’ But how upset I’d be if nobody asked. Read more…
‘Tiredness can kill. Take a break.’ A sign for the drivers who should have stopped the last time they saw it. For the doctor with one patient too many. For the precision engineer whose work is not as precise. The shop assistant giving out the wrong change. The vicar who’s Read more…